Starsailor

I think it’s about time that I introduce you all to a very special friend of mine.

His name is Nicholas Kyle, and he’s the starsailor.

Nicholas has done many wonderous things already even though he’s only sixteen. He’s become the captain of his father’s old ship, one that flies around the galaxy defending the universe and all that it inhabits while searching endlessly for the lost planet. He’s kidnapped a pretty girl named Stella against her will, fallen in love with her, gotten caught by a nasty band of space-pirates, escaped from the space-pirates, survived a meteor shower, has his ship and crew caught in a black hole, and watched a member of his crew who didn’t even like him sacrifice his life to save himself and Stella. Not exactly your average teenage boy.

Oh, and there’s one more thing you all should know about Nicholas: HE’S. NOT. REAL.

Shocking, isn’t it? No, Nicholas Gregory Kyle is just a figment of my imagination, a character from one of my best series, and to be honest, he’s also a pain in my ass.

I’ve devoted over a year to writing the adventures of Starsailor so I suppose it makes sense that I would be seeing my main character everywhere, still, that doen’t make me any less crazy now does it? Besides, he only shows up when I either have something on my mind about the book or I’m just having writer’s block, but the two usually coincide with each other, so he tends to show up quite often.

This last time was different though, he was different.

I was staring at a sentence, one I was trying to decipher, when he showed up behind me, hanging out in the doorway.

“Why is it I always find you in a bad mood?”

I recognized his soft voice, the one I imagined he’d have in my head so many times.

“Because that’s the only time you choose to show up”, Isaid with a bit of irritation.

Nicholas only chuckle softly to himself.

 I got up from my chair and decided he could follow me out into my empty house.

“You act like your not happy to see me”.

I sighed , turning around to face him. He was just as he always was, his bright green eyes fixated on me, specks of silver swimming inside them, his light brown hair fell around his forehead and swished when he walked. He was wearing an en embroidered black and gold renaissance-like suit, the colors brining out his tan skin.

I sucked in my breath, I’d forgotten how charming I’d made him.

“Sorry, I’m just stressed out I guess”, I shrugged.

Nicholas came up to me, so close I could smell his minty breath. He brought his hand up on my cheek, “You need to relax”.

I looked away from him, he was so different when he was out here talking to me then he was when I was writing about him, like my imagination made him different on purpose.

“Your telling me things I already know”, I bit my lower lip.

Nicholas sighed heavily, “Violet, I love you but sometimes your much too cynical”.

I cringed, “you have to love me, I created you”.

Nicholas gave me a stern look, “see what I mean?”

I huffed, “Your not helping”.

Nicholas came over to me and put his hands on my arms, holding me out in front of him, “Violet, you could do so much with your life but you choose to feel like you can’t, why?”

I felt tears brimming my eyes, “I don’t know Nicholas, I really don’t. I just, I’ve felt this way for so long I don’t know how to feel anything else”, I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close to me.

I felt better, safer having my own character to comfort me, he was someone I made up, someone my mind created, so I knew he couldn’t ever hurt me or lie to me, it felt like the safest thing in the world to only have friends that I have created. That to me seems logical.

“You can get better Violet, I believe in you”, he leaned down and planted a small kiss on my cheek.

It was then I realized that even though I was imagining this, that my brain was conjuring him up, I really didn’t care anymore, I was just happy to have him here with me.

I love being a writer.